Stacks
Hindi pa din bumababa yung temperature ko the next day. Lintik na, gusto kong masulit yung stay dito.
Pinainom ako ni Nanay Cecil ng gamot kahit ayoko. Magagalit daw si Hale sa kanya. Tss. Girls and their fucking rules.
Hapon na pero nakaungkot pa din ako sa kwarto ko. Tang ina kaya ayokong umiinom ng gamot eh, lalo talagang nalala yung sakit ko.
I hop out of bed but my body can't balance itself. Putchang sakit 'to, wrong timing. I texted Brian kung pwede niyang daanan yung apartment. Nakalimutan ko kasing kunin yung mga painting equipments ko. Pati yung brief. Sa lahat ng makakalimutan yung brief pa.
Dumating si Bri ng ala una ng tanghali. He looked so happy with his manyakis smile.
"Tang ina naman Bri. Nakakainis yang ngiti mo."
"Eh sino ba namang hindi matatawa sa itsura mo? Puta ampanget mo pala talaga."
"Ibaba mo na yung mga gamit ko diyan. You're free to leave me now."
Umupo siya sa gilid ng kama ko.
"Osh, mahalin mo naman ako." niyapos niya ko.
"Putang ina Bri. Leave or I'll punch the man out of you."
Humagalpak siya kakatawa.
"If that's what you wish. Ay oo nga pala, eto oh nakita kong nakasingit sa gate mo sa apartment eh."
He handed me a stack of mail envelopes. Letters? Again?
Dear Joshua,
I'm sorry. Oh for the best I tried. But my heart needs what it wants. And that's you Joshua. The butterflies in my stomach slowly heading to my heart. You have invaded my mind with eccentric thoughts. Everytime I divert my thoughts into something that will occupy me, I start to daydream and your image flashes in my mind. How did you do that Joshua?
Love,
Juliet
Putang ina naman talaga. Who the fuck is this Joshua? Anong era ba sinilang 'tong babaeng 'to? Ang drama tapos ang corny.
Binuksan ko yung dalawa pang natitirang letters niya.
Dear Joshua,
I've waited and waited but still you have not replied even to one of my letters. Am I too direct about my feelings? I've been containing my feelings for too long that's why. They have reach you didn't they? A letter of rejection would do rather than keeping me wondering.
Love,
Juliet
Dear Joshua,
She lends her pen,
to the thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.
- Lang Leav
The poem reminds me of you. I love you Joshua.
That Joshua guy must be really lucky. But small part of me felt like I was invading their privacy. What if the real Joshua received these letters? Would he write back? But I guess this girl needs a reply and needs an answer. But that has to wait for a while.
I woke up feeling hazy then I remembered the letter I was holding. I immediately returned it to its envelope.
"Kuya!"
"What the hell do you want?"
"What are you holding?"
Tinago ko yung letter sa likuran ko.
"What do you think am I holding?" I asked.
"Well I guess envolope?"
"Yun naman pala eh. Labas na."
"Okay. Just making sure you're okay."
I locked the door behind me. I checked my temperature and realized I wasn't sick anymore. As I go back to my bed to rest, I noticed that I was still holding the envelope.
Juliet's envelope.
BINABASA MO ANG
Letters to Joshua
Romance"There's a man at the other side of the road. A broken man with a lost soul enticed by a lady with a spirit of a burning coal. There she is, the lady at the end of that road. A discreet lady who screams through her letters waiting for someone to rea...
